My Bloody Wings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Even evil has a voice however demented it may be.

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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Submitted: July 17, 2018



Laughing I shatter my chains,


The mask that was causing me so much pain,


Pulled off my face,


Of my former self not a trace,


In this dungeon so grey and deep,


I can hear my fellows weep,


They are no more than that of lice,


Moving erraticly like roll of a dice,


I chose not to burn,


Now it shall be my turn,


My flesh is torn and ripped,


As I was the first to be mutiliated and whupped,


Now it shall be their blood,


When I get out of this hole in the mud,


They call me a beast of charm,


A smiling face who brings harm,


Soon the world will remember my name,


They will point fingers to blame,


As the throats I slash,


Match their whips lash,


A payment due,


For what they put me through,


I shall pillage and kill,


Not for pleasure or thrill,


But It's for my scarred skin,


For the charred bones that were my kin,


So I shall hunt,


Relishing in that final death rattle or grunt,


A revenge so sweet,


There isn't a feeling that is beat,


From the ripping edge of my knife,


Cutting deep and causing strife,


As I chant in my ancient tongue,


Parting ribs to part lungs,


For a pair of bloody wings,


So their king,


May know what plagues his land,


As more bloody birds take flight from my hand

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